Brittany S. Pierce (sg_brittany) wrote in supergleerpg, @ 2012-05-29 23:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | !type: narrative, -2012/2022, character: brittany pierce, npc: sue sylvester, ~complete, ~flashback |
Flashback Narrative: The Education of Brittany S. Pierce
(Or, How Britt Became Sue Sylvester's Go To Non-Secret Agent Diversion Provider)
Date: April '16
Characters: Brittany, Sue, Random Guy
Location: MGM Grand, Paradise, Las Vegas (the strip)
Warnings: Sue.
Summary: Sue is in Las Vegas on 'vacation' while Brittany has some down time from work. Britt's never really asked those important 'why' questions before, what on Earth would make her start now?
It wasn't entirely frequent that Brittany took time off. More often than not she worked through her time off by honing her skills. She'd frequently been told that if she did hone her skills any further, she'd be a blur. Britt never bothered to elaborate on just where her skill set happened to develop from. There was just something that always told her that was a bad idea, informing people that her genetic code seemed to have some hard written bypass that developed super-fast reflexes when she was seventeen just didn't strike her as a good idea. That and the time she'd spent in a boys body. Those were just no-go areas of conversation.
It wasn't like they just popped up anyway.
So, during a split in performances, before the start of their new routine, while Britt was allowed two weeks to unwind and destress, she'd decided to use one week to actually do it. She'd taken a room at the MGM, it wasn't too far away from her condo, so it worked for her, but it was removed enough that it was a vacation-feel. She used the spa, she sunbathed, she enjoyed The Strip and had some fun. She played tourist, or as much as she could while she was on her own.
She'd never imagined meeting her high school cheerleading Coach in the mani-pedi salon, she wasn't even aware that Coach Sylvester did things like mani-pedi's. She figured Sylvester was like, a Demigod or something, and they thought their nails mani-pedi'd and it happened. Apparently not.
It was weird, trying to remember how to talk to Sylvester, how to actually engage the woman in conversation at all. But it started coming back to Britt after the forth insult on her chosen profession, even though she was definitely using all her cheerleading training to it's fullest potential. She was definitely surprised when Coach S. suggested a drink at the Starbucks along the road to 'catch up'.
"Eloped with any fawning groupies yet?" Britt shook her head, explaining in quick and succinct words that she wasn't dating, hadn't been dating and didn't see dating as being anything she'd be looking into anytime soon. Maybe the break with Santana hurt too much, maybe she just wasn't willing to put herself out there like that, but she preferred simply relieving tension when she needed it with a bed partner and then moving on.
"So, I signed up with the company and I've been here ever since." It took a while, but Sylvester eventually stopped baiting her into some kind of insult, Britt never really followed them anyway, that was always Santana and Quinn's thing. Once they got past that, Britt managed to give the full details -minus the heartbreak of her split with Santana- on just about everything she'd done up to joining the Cirque de Soleil. It was exactly how she'd ended up in Vegas, and why she stayed. "What're you doing here? Cheer Nationals are in Detroit this year," Britt knew because Chrissy had gone on to be a cheerleader after all.
"I'm out of that game," Sue just waved her hand, dismissing the subject and turning back towards the past and the former McKinley students. Britt didn't exactly know a lot, just what Rachel was doing, Quinn too, Puck and Kurt and Dave. She hadn't really tried to keep in touch with a lot of her former classmates, and things had been awkward with Santana after they broke up. "Well, I've wasted enough time by now." Britt just blinked as Sue stood up. "I hate a dinner date to attend. Thank you for the entertainment, Brittany, as always you are stellar at it."
It took Britt ten minutes to leave after that, working out that she'd been insulted and complimented in the same breath.
Brittany hadn't even thought she'd meet with her former Coach again, ever never mind that same night. She'd taken a few drinks at the bar, enjoying the lounge singer while absently pondering her former glee mates, talking about them with Sue had just made her wonder. It was highly unexpected when Sue appeared beside her in a startlingly decadent floor length gown and a wig.
"Um, are you auditioning for a show?" Really, Britt was drawing a blank on why Coach Sylvester was wearing the disguise, or outfit, or costume, or whatever.
"Brittany, have you ever seen True Lies?"
"The movie with the Governor of California and that chick from the Hallowe'en slashers?"
"That's the one," Sue flipped the long, brown hair of her wig over her shoulder, glancing back at a table in the lounge before turning back to Brittany. "There's a man sitting at table nineteen, he's had a little more to drink than is entirely healthy and requires some supervision while I attend to something upstairs." Britt didn't want to know, Britt really didn't want to know. She was utterly opposed to knowing.
"And you want me to..."
"Supervise." Of course, Britt had no idea how she got into this, really, one minute she's drinking at the bar, minding her own business, humming along with the latest anthem of Katy Perry -although Madonna lasted longer and better, Ms Perry was still fairly adept at making hits- the next she was sitting at a table in the lounge, absently flirting with what was presumably her old Coach's potential boyfriend (she was stunned that Sylvester even bothered with dating and didn't just clone herself).
Maybe she should've worried, about the fact that Sue's apparent date was more stoned than drunk, and that Sue had told her to wait twenty minutes and then take him up to his room, giving her a key card. She was busy trying not to think about all the potentially traumatic things that could be going on and wondering if she'd just slipped into the twilight zone.
This was why she didn't take vacations. Weird stuff always happened to her during vacations. At least she wasn't in a sewer anywhere though.
It's still a surprise when she half drags the male upstairs, propping him up in the corner of the elevator and watching the lights illuminate the numbers as they ascend. She's apprehensive about what she'll find, which is her reasoning for taking so long in opening the hotel room door. Finding everything to be completely innocent isn't exactly what she expected.
"Am I too early?"
"Nope, right on time, bouncy. C'mon in." Britt has to get the now passed out male into the room, letting him flop on to the bed and looking around. There's absolutely nothing out of the ordinary at all. Except that Sue is still in the dress and wig. "Get his shoes off, would you?"
It's weird that she doesn't hesitate, but Britt's spent a decent portion of her life just following directions that she does it smoothly and without question, even as Sue pulls off the man's jacket and tie. It's even weirder that Sue is so fluid with things, like she's done this before and Britt's starting to wonder just how weird Coach Sylvester got after all the crazy that went on in Lima.
"Now, you spend the night, pretend he picked you up at the bar and go your separate ways in the morning." Seriously?
"Um, Coach, I'm not sure--"
"Don't ask questions Brittany, just work with me here." And then Sue uses some card from the guys wallet to open this crazy looking briefcase on the desk, she spreads all these files out over the counter, pulling a small camera out from between her boobs and Britt's just standing there, gawking, because this is officially super weird, even for her. "Why are you still dressed?" Passed out guy is sprawled over the bed, the comforter pulled down slightly and him just lying there in his boxers and one sock. Sue just keeps snapping pictures of all the files that she's got laid out for her and at this point, Brittany just has to shrug and roll with it.
Sue leaves with strict instructions not to mention her, at all, and for Britt to just treat it as a drunken hook up. Which she did.
He was very polite, offered her breakfast, apologised for forgetting her name -she didn't offer her real one, surprising even herself when she said her name was Santana. But she went on her way, taking the elevator to the lobby before going back to her own room two floors down from his and barricading herself in there for the last day of her stay that the hotel.
Four weeks, it took four weeks for anything to make sense, and it only made sense because Sue sent her a newspaper clipping and a 'Good work Eagle' whatever that meant. Apparently, she'd spent the night with a corrupt politician working with some faction on some project that she really couldn't make heads or tails of. She wasn't the sort to bother trying to figure that out.
She just accepted that Sue was even weirder than she'd ever been. It didn't even surprise her when Sue sent her a message the following year, when she was in New York for a press circuit for their new show, 'Got a favor to ask. Wear a catsuit.'
Oddly enough, Britt still didn't ask questions.